Sometimes I know what I want to write and how I want to say it and it all falls into place. This is not one of those times.
I started out thinking about my world spinning, as the world does, and how sometimes you can almost feel it turning. And I was going to call the post “As the World Turns” which might have been funny since that was also a soap opera, right?
But then I was thinking about Hope, how wonderful it is, and how cruel it can be. I thought about Emily Dickinson and her poem
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. 'Cause I got a message from somebody on Fetlife that has me all stirred up. But then I started thinking about this other song, that probably has nothing to do with anything, and I just have one bit of it stuck in my head. The part that keeps playing in my head is sung in a really deep voice and it goes, "and the band played on..." There's something before that's like ---- OH WAIT!! I'VE GOT IT!!
It’s Ball of Confusion!! Yes! The Temptations.
So he messaged me, and I looked at his profile – and I was interested. I messaged back – he messaged back – and
But I am kind of turned on already. Although he has not said one, single, sexual thing. And I think that’s ridiculous and I am probably going to get disappointed and I don’t even care. I am just a big ole ball of confusion.
But a happy one.